I was reminded of this by a recent discussion on John Scalzi’s blog.
Some years ago, my friend Caliann, a Texas girl, dated a nice gentleman from California. He picked her up for a date. He walked around to the driver’s door of his car, while she waited by the passenger door.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Waiting for you to open the door for me.”
“Oh,” he said. “I’m from California. We don’t do that.”
She stood with her arms folded and said in her sweetest southern accent, “Don’t plan on getting laid in Texas, do you?”